A perfect nightmare.

2.10 am.

I wake up. With a broken-heart

I know what you did, with her.

Even i don't want to know. For sure.

But, I know.

I saw what you did, with her.

You kissed her forehead when her sleep in your arms.

And taked a picture.

Something that you never did to me.

You have anniversary-celebrate with her.

And, your favorite number to be her favorite too.

Does she know about that number?

I don't think so.

She's don't know, or she's don't care.

I just think about something.

The truth is you never love me, from beginning. 

You're a perfect liar.

You lie to me.

You lie to yourself.

I saw what you did, with her.

In my dream.

Tonight.

And its to be a perfect nightmare. 

-art of july, 2014-